And when you breath(if you)
they tamper with your soul,
slither in your creed- like a nemesis burning your margins.
Shunning your parish, you groan-
gospels in his teeth.
Craving to bleed.
And when you breath(if you)
they tamper with your soul,
slither in your creed- like a nemesis burning your margins.
Shunning your parish, you groan-
gospels in his teeth.
Craving to bleed.
DIGITAL BATUTTA 
I like the layered texture of these lines and how they hint at the subliminal nature of faith, irrespective of its kind. To observe the personal with the agency of the cosmic seems brilliant to me.
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Thanks 🙂
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Beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂 beautiful site you’ve got there yourself.
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Thank you so much. 😀
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